Chapter 2

Over the next two weeks Gabrielle gave all her time to her new job. She was given samples to hand out to clinics and at doctor's offices. She drove the brand new Camry in her stocking feet, only to put on her high heels when she arrived at a clinic. She put the shoes on, get out, pull her roller bag into the office and announced that she was there to meet Doctor So and So. She'd be ushered in to briefly talk about the new product and hand out a large amount of samples. She'd shake hands, give him or her her business card, and leave for her next appointment. At lunch she'd have a bottle of juice, usually orange, and then head to her next stop. She was always the first done. Calls would be made about her stops as the manager talked to the doctor she visited. He would get nothing but glowing reports of her attractiveness, her courtesy, and her presentaton. They also added that Garbrielle was a very smart young lady.

Mr. Ralston, her immediate superior, received nothing but good remarks when he checked up on her. He found that she knew more than even the most seasoned salesperson in the Chicago area. She always had a good one liner joke for them before she got down to business. Ralston saw that the tiny pixie was a rising star with the firm.

Gabrielle always arrived home to help her mother with dinner. She changed into shorts and a tshirt. For almost her entire life, she ran around the house barefoot except when it was below zero outside and the floors were chilled.

Peg began to notice what her four sons already knew. For such a impish girl, she had larger than normal breasts. Her mother only noticed when she didn't wear a bra. Jeff didn't seem to notice. At least he didn't say anything. He was more interested in his two long neck beers and whatever game was on television that night. Being a machinist, the work was getting harder on him as he aged. Jeff just wanted to eat, have his allotted brews, and see how the Cubs, Bears, or Bulls were doing before his wife pulled him out of his recliner to drag him to bed for their nightly ritual.

As devout as Peg was, she never complained about her husband going down on her orally. She gagged herself when he did this act so no one in the house could hear her scream when she had her orgasms. Gabrielle often wondered if the man she married would make her do that. All the kids knew what they were doing. It was the 'same old, same old' with their parent and despite her muffled screams, the five kids just went about their business as if it were a normal thing.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Gabrielle went to her room and locked the door behind her. She had downloaded that picture of that girl sucking that man's cock and it fascinated her. From early high school, she knew what a blowjob was, but never saw a girl do it. She just sat there staring wondering what was going through that girl's mind with her mouth full of a large erect penis. What would she think if she was ever in that situation? Strangely it didn't repulse her. She pictured herself licking the head of a man's cock like it was an ice cream cone or an all day candy sucker.

She went into her internet room to find another message from Chris, The man that fastinated her. He said he had to be in Chicago the following weekend on business and wondered if she would have dinner with him. A big smile lit her face. "Yes, I'll be happy to." She sent him her cell phone number to call her on Thursday evening at nine pm. Her brothers would be out and her parents would be fucking. The boys had tickets to a Cub game. In the Briggs family everyone loathed and hated the Whitesox.

Matt had met a redhead just before the first of the year. This being late May, he was in love with her. She talked to Erin and told her that she'd better take a second look at him because he was just behaving nice in order to impress her. She giggled as Matt snatched the phone away to talk to Erin.

"Pay no attention to her," he covered himself, glaring at Gabrielle as she stuck out her tongue at him before going to her room. Matt once kicked in her door when he became upset with her when she was in high school. Gabrielle dove under the bed, but he dragged her out. As he was about to give her a Dutch rub, a belt slapped him hard in the back. Her mother came to her rescue. As Peg hit him again, she stood behind her mother sticking out her tongue at him and making faces of pain as Peg continued to assail her oldest child.

Gabrielle came back home feeling exhausted from working so hard. For some reason the day dragged. She didn't take into account that Chris was going to call her later that night.

"I'll take a short nap, Mom," she said, dragging herself up the stairs.

"Are you all right?" Peg asked with a worried look. Gabrielle was always so full of life and she was cheerful when she came home.

"I'm okay, Mom. I'm just tired," she replied.

"I think its mono," John said, with a big grin. "She's probably been kissing that big black guy down the block and caught it from him."

"Why don't you suck a golf ball through a garden hose," she snapped.

"Only you can do that," he replied.

"All right, leave her alone," Peg sneered. "Go out and mow the lawn in the backyard before your father gets home."

"Don't mow, get on all fours and graze it like the goat you are," Gabrielle threw a shoe at him which he easily dodged. She didnt bother to retrieve it but instead closed the door to her room and locked it. Since Matt kicking the door in, her father got a stronger door and frame with two dead bolt locks.

Undressing down to her panties, she slid under the cool sheets and quickly was asleep. She started dreaming about that porn photo of that girl giving that man a blowjob. Before she knew it, she was sound asleep. It was dark when she awoke. She looked at the time, Chris would be calling in an hour. She slipped on a long tshirt then went down the stairs quietly. Being a Thursday, the boys were gone. Good! Jeff and Peg were watching the Cubs as she entered the kitchen. She opened the refridgerator and saw that her mother had a plate made up for her. Fish, au grauten potatoes, peas and carrots. She took it out and placed it in the microwave. While it was cooking, she grabbed a cold can of coke and a glass of ice.

"Thanks Mom," she shouted as the microwave went off.

"How are you feeling, dear," she called to her.

"I'm fine now. Just a few hours of sleep did the trick," she grabbed the hot plate with an oven mitt, put the coke under her armpit. "See ya later."